Mirror
This mirror I’m standing before is my biggest enemy.
It mocks me to no end.
Why won’t anyone believe me?
I’m no match for this hard, fragile death machine
It laughs at me
It shows my flaws clearly in it’s place
It’s stares me down
Showing me the one thing that I could never bear to see:
My face.
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